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Jordan instantly kicked out at the computer screen in hate. Isaac jumped up and moved backwards, only to trip over one of their beds.

“WHY WON’T HE LEAVE ME ALONE?!” Jordan screamed. His wild eyes were focused on ignoring his messed brown hair and more on breaking the computer to bits.
“Jordan, stop! That thing cost money…”

They both paused as Jordan’s foot swung through the shattered screen, and exited covered in a red liquid. Jordan screamed again and kicked off his trainers, leaving blood splatters against the wall. He freaked out and leant against the wall, hyperventilating.

A voice in his head was back.

And it was back for revenge.

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Bethany looked up from a book she had been lazily skimming through as broken voices echoed from upstairs. Cierra came in through the door, looking like she’d been in a tornado. “Jordan?”
Bethany shrugged as Cierra sprinted past. “I guess so. Isaac screams higher…”
But Cierra was already halfway up the stairs. And a voice was in her head too.

She busted in through the door. Isaac was unconscious on the bed, a gash made by a headset on his chest and forehead. Cierra glanced at him before dialling 911. “Hello? I need an ambulance. My brother’s been attacked. My address?”

She put the phone down to minutes later, and ran back downstairs. Bethany was nowhere to be seen. The dark haired girl ran next to the stairs, and broke apart a panel under the banisters before crawling in and replacing it.

Her worry echoed as she sprinted down steep stairs, far under the Frye house. She stopped when she reached an iron vault door. Pushing it open, she saw what she wanted. On a dusty desk in the centre, illuminated by broken lights, was a gun and a backpack.
She pulled a black hoodie over her blue shirt and slipped on the pack, before grabbing the gun and moving hastily to a futuristic plate against the wall. As she stepped on it, and a blue teleporter light surrounded her, words came out of her mouth that sounded like someone ever so familiar.
And they said…

“I’m coming, sir.”

Description
Jordan instantly kicked out at the computer screen in hate. Isaac jumped up and moved backwards, only to trip over one of their beds.

“WHY WON’T HE LEAVE ME ALONE?!” Jordan screamed. His wild eyes were focused on ignoring his messed brown hair and more on breaking the computer to bits.
“Jordan, stop! That thing cost money…”

They both paused as Jordan’s foot swung through the shattered screen, and exited covered in a red liquid. Jordan screamed again and kicked off his trainers, leaving blood splatters against the wall. He freaked out and leant against the wall, hyperventilating.

A voice in his head was back.

And it was back for revenge.

------

Bethany looked up from a book she had been lazily skimming through as broken voices echoed from upstairs. Cierra came in through the door, looking like she’d been in a tornado. “Jordan?”
Bethany shrugged as Cierra sprinted past. “I guess so. Isaac screams higher…”
But Cierra was already halfway up the stairs. And a voice was in her head too.

She busted in through the door. Isaac was unconscious on the bed, a gash made by a headset on his chest and forehead. Cierra glanced at him before dialling 911. “Hello? I need an ambulance. My brother’s been attacked. My address?”

She put the phone down to minutes later, and ran back downstairs. Bethany was nowhere to be seen. The dark haired girl ran next to the stairs, and broke apart a panel under the banisters before crawling in and replacing it.

Her worry echoed as she sprinted down steep stairs, far under the Frye house. She stopped when she reached an iron vault door. Pushing it open, she saw what she wanted. On a dusty desk in the centre, illuminated by broken lights, was a gun and a backpack.
She pulled a black hoodie over her blue shirt and slipped on the pack, before grabbing the gun and moving hastily to a futuristic plate against the wall. As she stepped on it, and a blue teleporter light surrounded her, words came out of her mouth that sounded like someone ever so familiar.
And they said…

“I’m coming, sir.”